We turn our eyes to heaven seeking hope
For soothing absolution from the pain
Braced for the worst we plead for ways to cope
Downtrodden that our efforts are in vain
We cast our eyes to earthly forms adrift
For one to heap the wretched piles of blame
Alas the burden grows, it will not lift
It stabs, it burns internally with shame
We hide behind a shallow cheap disguise
A champion at life’s great costume ball
We’ll find no consolation in the prize
Our arms are empty though we’ve won it all
The lesson learned is much to our chagrin
For broken hearts the healing lies within